It won't ALL be morning sickness and puking and sleep deprivation and poopy diapers. Sometimes we'll get to dress her like a chicken.

If you can't admire Houston for the cockroaches, horrendous traffic, kajillion degree weather, and occasional hurricane, there's always the weather. We pretty much had all four seasons in three days last week.

In addition to flooding that wiped out any chance of driving anywhere near my school, there was frost, not to mention weather in the 70s. Some people were stuck in their cars for hours and hours. My kids' school was closed, but it didn't make much difference because the water was too high at my school to leave, and even if I could have, all my classroom kids were stuck inside because their parents couldn't come in to get them.

Here's a picture someone from work took:


It usually looks more like this:


The bridge the white van is trying to go over in the top picture is over the bayou, which is way, way deeper than the little drainage ditch or slough or whatever it is the close bridge goes over.

Here's a picture my sweet pea took a little farther down the bayou once we were able to leave our respective schools:



And looking a little more normal a few days later:


Here are some random conversations from last week (well, one from the week before) -

Me, answering The-Guy, who had been surprised that I had already been thinking about costumes for next Halloween for our yet unborn daughter:

"It won't All be morning sickness and puking and sleep deprivation and poopy diapers. Sometimes we'll get to dress her like a chicken."

(picture from Girl in Air blog)

My boy, after I expressed wonderment over his suddenly curly hair:

"It's not curly! It just wants to be closer to the sky..."

Me, to my mother, bemoaning the fact that we had missed Cid's garage sale:

"Maybe somebody else that we know will have a baby girl right before we do and dress her really cute and then suddenly sell everything they own so they can go live on a boat."

A conversation between me and the Sweet Pea last week:

Me - "The internet isn't broken! I turned it off. Remember? I said I was going to turn it off until you guys cleaned your rooms?"
Her - "Oh. Yeah, I remember now. But I didn't think you'd do it." (pause)
Her - "I didn't think you knew how."

To be perfectly honest, my boy did help me get the internet back on. But I do know how to turn it off! For cryin' out loud...

Happy Martin Luther King day and hope you're having a short work week!